Page 27 of A Daddy to Love

But his body tensed as the word breathed out. I lay down, rolling so we could look at each other. One of his legs was trapped under me but he didn’t pull away. Face to face, I petted his cheek, his head. “No pressure. Just us here now.”

“Don’t you want m…?” He didn’t have to finish his sentence. I knew he had misinterpreted my hesitation.

I wound a lock of his shiny hair around my forefinger. “I want you, Kairo. But….”

He lifted his head. “But what?”

“But this isn’t just a one-time good time for me. I want more.”

“With me?”

I almost laughed but I didn’t want to scare him. “Who else am I holding so close in my bed?”

His smile bloomed so pretty, so pure. “Daddy? I want to be here not just one time, too.”

I didn’t have to reply with words. I kissed up and down his face, forehead to chin, brushing those silken lips still swollen from our living room antics.

I moved to his throat. He rolled onto his back but I didn’t go any further. This wasn’t a club. It wasn’t any game. Not for me.

How long could I hold onto this cliff without falling?

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Kairo

I lay in Truce’s soft bed, his heat and weight against me as he kissed my neck. It tickled and made my stomach flutter. I didn’t do anything but hold onto him and toss my head back and forth.

I’d wasted so many hours tonight away from this man. Now I was finally here.

“Daddy.” The word slipped naturally from my mouth.

“Yes. I’m your daddy and you please me very much when you call me that.”

I kept having to remind myself to breathe. Finally, I gave in and let my body do whatever it wanted. If that meant no air, then I’d faint and come back in paradise every time.

My eyes closed as my mind spun. I flashed on the things I wanted him to do. It was so many, too many and I got all flustered.

My cock ached, underwear too tight.

“Daddy, I’m… I’m too tight in my clothes.” That came out funny but Truce let up, tracing his hand down my chest. He didn’t laugh at me.

“I can help with that.”

Like a real daddy? Like a lover? “Yes, please.”

His hands went to my purple shirt and undid the top button just under my chin. “That’s a very nice soft shirt.”

“Oh, it’s—” I started to name the designer but stopped. I was supposed to be out of work. This shirt cost five hundred dollars.

My brain was sludge. It was Truce’s fault and I loved it. I flopped my right arm to the side and let my left arm fall away from his back. “Unbutton it all, please, Daddy.”

“Hard to breathe with all those fancy clothes on?” he asked, chuckling.

“Yes, Daddy.”

His hands had my shirt undone in a flash. I had a stupid, proper t-shirt on underneath, but it was thin and now I was closer to what I wanted, which was to be naked and lying before him ready for anything Daddy told me to do.

Truce moved my arms until they were out of the sleeves, then pulled the shirt out from underneath me. My arms were now bare; my chest heaved.